ryan c. taylor// scott st. blues(part 1)

bleach-water-rinse-repeat, cookin' up mud to the sound of a 100 thieves, wheel chair man still fronts if it's in a week, his old lady still fucks at the triple 3, and me? me. still walking like someones after me? me. still talking like someones listening. sweat-shoot-sleep-repeat, walking down scott like i own every fucking thing, DFFL if you know what i fucking mean, and if you don't may gods grace keep you wondering about me? me. still acting like it's all in the past for me? me. still writing like it means something. laugh-cry-laugh-repeat, less talk more type syrup city is killing me, 3rd ward got me begging for fuckin peace, as if peace would keep me from slowly killing me? me. still talking like someones listening. yea me? me. still walking like the world is after me. I am a carrier for selfishness-I was saved from selflessness-While you embody all thats self righteous- Bleach-Water-Rinse- I got poison piss.